Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Can,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.